I don’t have any words for you, But you don’t need any. Cheeks flushed I meet your glance across the room. I am new,
By Sarah Shaw4 years ago in Poets
It was a sweltering, sunny Australian morning. The kind of sticky morning where you step out of the shower and after 10 seconds in the heat, need to hop back in again.
By Sarah Shaw4 years ago in Families
